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Air rushed back into your lungs faster than your body was expecting. A ferocious cough attack was the first thing you experienced when you woke up.
Your eyes finally started to adjust to the setting around you as the coughing wore down: the debris filled lobby of an old theater. Shattered glass surrounded you on the floor, their source from the...giant hole in the ceiling? Ah, now the memories were coming back.
It was day "I can't believe I'm still alive" of the Culling Game, and you were pretty close to throwing in the towel. You were sectioned into the Tokyo No.1 Colony, and every time you found a slight moment of peace, someone always had to show up and try to kill you.
You can't remember the last time you ate, much less when you last found running water for a shower (the river would have to do for now). God, survival was exhausting.
Last thing you remembered was being chased out of a gas station by two other players, running across the building rooftops, and eventually blacking out. The fall through the roof only knocked you out it seems. Bummer.
That weight churns in your chest as you let out a nasty groan, pushing your body over to try and stand. You inspect your body for any injuries. A few small cuts littered around your body from the ceiling fall, and a bruise growing more tender by the second along your left ribcage. Hey, at least your head wasn't bleeding!
There was a shaky start, but you eventually managed to get to your feet. Exploring the rest of the lobby, it looked just as abandoned as you suspected. Shattered glass doors, more wood and debris on the floor, and much to your disappointment, a completely cleared out concession stand. Some chips would've sounded real nice right now. Though, who knows how stale they would've been by now.
After scoping the place out, you finally made it over to the doors to the audience. Closed this whole time, you paused before reaching for the handle. The sudden realization that what's behind these doors could be even worse than what's outside hit you hard and fast. You were tempted to just stay the night in the lobby. You probably would've if the doors weren't shattered, now with zero protection from the outside.
The reality of your situation began to sink in as you let your thoughts circle. This time last month, you were stressing over some stupid work meeting. Now, you had to deliberate whether it was safe or not to walk through a damn door.
Eventually, you decided that was your best bet. Not because the fear of danger was gone, but more because.....did it even matter anymore?
With swift, but careful motions, you managed to make it into the audience, hopefully, unnoticed. The layout of the house was similar to the lobby, but much less damaged. Seems not many made it past that entrance. You made sure to keep note of that.
It was a cheaper theater than you'd usually go to, probably an explanation for how easily you fell through the roof. The seats were old, the cushions fully tattered on some of them, and you weren't even sure if the stage lights would work if turned on.
But luckily, the booth and stage were cleared, and that's all that mattered right now. For the first time in days, you were alone, and this was a more than sufficient rest area for now.
The urge to just plop down and rest in one of the hundreds of seats was strong, and you were more than willing to listen. You stretched yourself out on three seats on house left by the edge of the row. A quick nap for strength, but also a quick exit route if need be.
The second your head hit the cushion, you passed out.
~
The cushions underneath you let out a wretched shriek as your body stirred awake. You're not sure how much time has passed once you wake up, the bright lights on stage creeping into the house, skewing your ability to tell.
......
Wait.
Not even a second after the realization hits you, a sound much more terrifying than squeaky seats comes from the stage.
"For future reference..."
A voice.
"...I would suggest examining your next hideout deeper than you have today."
Your head shot up off the seat and whipped to find the theater in a different set up from when you went to sleep.
The, apparently, working stage lights illuminated the rest of the theater, even to back of house. But their focus was mainly towards the stage, now set with a confusing sight.
A filled bathtub, and a fully clothed man sitting in the water. You would've gone to activate your new "cursed technique" by now, if it wasn't for his incredibly relaxed position.
"Most opponents would've taken full advantage of finding a sleeping target," he continued, slouching himself further into the water.
You wondered if your brain was playing tricks on you right now, the man's sudden appearance still stalling your thoughts.
"Most opponents don't seem to play very fairly," you managed to get out. The man let out a deep chuckle, turning his head fully up to the ceiling. "You'd be very right about that one," he sighed out, tracing the edge of the tub with his fingers.
"You seem to be doing better than most then," you added. He turned his head back to try and look at you out from the stage. Despite the distance, you could see the now stern, and slightly off-putting look on his face. "I wouldn't depend on that, sweetheart."
A deep feeling rumbles beneath your chest at his words...you're not quite sure what that is yet.
You try your best to ignore his slight threat, and just manage getting out of the seat row, brain still lagging out of the grogginess of slumber. Your body stuttered up out of your chair, the bruise on your ribs becoming incredibly apparent again when you bend the wrong way. Great, something new to worry about now.
The man must've noticed your struggle, as his voice begins again. "C'mere, let me see," the words tiredly slip from his lips.
Another decision, the thousandth of the day it seemed. It was hard to think straight about this one however, when you weren't entirely sure if you were still asleep or not. The call to walk onto that stage with him was a strong one though. Yet again, you found yourself thinking....why not?
Your instinct sighed as your body stumbled down the aisle, and eventually up to the stage stairs. You could see him much clearer now.
His heavy lidded eyes traced your body as you made your up way to him, standing next to his face now. His face was slightly damp, a water droplet making its way down his perfectly hooked nose, and his jet black hair was slicked to the back of his head.
You could also tell what he was wearing now, ruining a perfectly good suit in this tub. It wasn't buttoned up to the top though, shirt and tie loose enough to see the top of his chest. Relaxed. You might've been nervous of him, but he obviously did not feel the same.
He motions to your ribcage, and you lift up your shirt slightly to give him a good look at the bruise. His hand seems to automatically go to feel, before he remembers to get permission first. Fingers gently trace the tinted skin, and he can't pretend to not see the goosebumps they leave behind.
He drops his hand and closes his eyes again. "The water's still warm, it'll help your muscles at least," he murmurs. Rendered partially speechless at the moment, you simply huffed air out of your nose. "I don't have any other clothes...and would rather not walk around soaked."
Water gently hit the edges of the tub as the man adjusted himself up, draping his arms to the outside. "I just stripped to my boxers during my first soak," he bluntly says, almost like it's a suggestion. His eyes open now, finding their way to yours as he speaks again. "I can close my eyes if you want...I don't need to look."
God, you couldn't believe this. Every single nerve in your body was screaming at you. This has the potential to go terribly, and somehow, leaving this interaction embarrassed seems even worse than getting killed by this mystery man.
But the ever growing knot, deep in that pit of your stomach, pulled your arms into motion, as you almost subconsciously went to take off your shirt. Almost.
In times of low morale, sometimes the best thing you can do is just give into desire. At least while you still have the time.
Stripped down to bra and underwear, your sudden trance wore off, and you became exceedingly aware of your state. Luckily, the man had seemed to close his eyes again in the middle of your changing.
You wandered to the opposite side of the tub, where he pulls his legs back into a crossed position. More room, a sweet gesture. You tested your finger in the water. The reflexive pull away hit you fast. Almost magically so, the water was scorching. You tried not to think too hard about the logic. It just made your brain hurt more.
After a deep breath in, you winced as your toes dipped into the tub. You usually prefer hot baths to a cold plunge, but this was ridiculous. Pushing through the pain, you managed to get both your legs in.
"Taking you awfully long to get in," you heard the man speak again, eyes shockingly still shut. "Yeah, well, not everyone likes being cooked alive," you retorted, a huff of air coming from him in response. You steadied your arms on the sides of the tub as you began to slowly lower yourself in.
Unfortunately, you couldn't manage to suppress the upcoming groan as the bath water hit your cuts and bruises. You could've sworn you heard the man's breath hitch as well.
After two more embarrassing whimpers at the pain, you finally managed to sink into the tub. Surprisingly, once your body adjusted to the heat, it was actually relaxing. Feeling the weight of the past week wash off your bones, the grime under your skin shed away. You had to fight to keep your eyes open, certain you would fall back asleep if not. Wow, now you wish you carried some soap on you.
After a few moments of blissful silence, you remember the man sitting opposite of you. You look over.
His legs are still crossed into his lap, and his head is tilting back behind the tub edge. Almost like he doesn't trust his eyes to stay closed on their own. From how it looked from your view, your body image seemed to be obscured enough. "You don't have to keep doing that," you quietly speak, voice a little strained. The man simply hums in response, like he wants to hear exact words from you.
"I don't mind if you look." You hoped he didn't want you to get more direct than that.
Luckily, his head stretches back over in front of him, eyes opening. He takes a quick look at your body underwater, and turns back to your face. "You never told me your name," his voice slightly trailed off. It seemed to do that on most of his sentences. "I thought that would've been bad form. The less my opponent knows the better, right?" you smirked. You could see him doing the same. "Touché."
You answer, and motion for his. Hiromi Higuruma answers back. The silence returns.
Naturally, both of your legs have begun to loosen from their crossed state, almost touching at this point. You see the way Higuruma's pant leg moves in the still water. A question sparks.
"So...can I ask about the tub?"
A chuckle rumbles in his chest, almost like he was waiting for you to ask. "I'm trying new things..." You hummed. "I guess being drafted in a death match will do that."
He pauses. "I'm not sure it started with this," he mumbles to himself, you can barely hear. Well, regardless if he went crazy today or three weeks ago, you had to admit the company was nice. Especially when it was as handsome as this.
Whether you wanted to admit it or not, that knot in your stomach had only continued to grow through your conversations with Higuruma.
"I'm assuming you don't do this with everyone who passes through here," you started. "This whole...." "Deal?" He finishes the sentence for you. You nod gently. "You'd be right about that."
Hm.
"Why the change of heart now?"
A groan slips out of his mouth, like now he has to address some elephant in the room. "Can I be blunt?" You nod. It takes a second. The water in the tub starts sloshing again.
Higuruma, using his arms for leverage, has lifted himself up across the tub. The heat of the water causes a flush big enough to cover the new heat you feel, as he rests himself over your body and about a few inches from your face.
"I've been terribly lonely recently, y/n."
Your breaths have weight now, and you're getting goosebumps where his finger is gently tracing your arm. Now this was a predicament.
Well, not with your mentality at the moment. To you, this was an opportunity.
You try to hid the volume of your gulp, but from the puff of air out of his nose is enough signal he heard. "Correct me if I'm wrong...but something tells me you've been too...."
He was right about that one. Your eyes stray from Higuruma's, scanning down his body to his lower half, his bulge growing up against tailored slacks. Your eyes go back up, and he hasn't stopped looking into yours. Not once.
"Now...I've been..." his breath was hitching slightly, his sentences took even longer to come out now. "...behaving very well...in our time together," the liquid velvet drips from his tongue, putting you into a trance. Now, his eyes stray: to your lips. He sucks down on his own bottom one. A shiver goes down your back, despite the temperature of the water.
A bead of sweat drips from his temple, and his breathing shakes now. "But, I'd rather not wait longer than I have to." His eyes move back up, heavy lidded, a new hunger glinting in his caramel iris. Your mouth laid slightly agape, and you had been very obviously staring at his lips for the past 30 seconds.
The two of you sat in the near agonizing tension. An endurance test. Who would break first?
You spoke.
"I...have been in so much pain all day," you sigh out, remembering your current condition mid-silence. Your eyes drooped with a disappointment. Damn it, and this probably would've been your last chance to have sex, since you'd probably die within the next week anyways. "I don't think I can...move much." Just unfair.
Life's judicial system was pretty fucked. But lucky for you, you had an excellent defense attorney.
Higuruma's lips curl up, not seeming too worried over your words at all. "Trust me, I've noticed. You....won't have to do much...don't worry." At this point, your lips were starting to magnetize, as your faces slowly grew closer together.
Until he takes a detour, going instead to your left ear. You sigh at the edge, and dip your chin into the crook of his neck instead, and hands moving to wrap around his waist. "Let me take care of you," his whispers tickle into your ear and down to the knot in your stomach. "Oh, yes...." you almost moan into his ear. He nibbles his teeth into your earlobe in response.
A groan slithers out of your mouth and into his ear.
He's broken first. As usual.
The wind of his head whipping back around crashes into your lips along with his own. He's passionate, deep, and absolutely needy. He really was starving after all.
His lips move with rhythm, like he's done this hundred over. He moves his hands off of the rim of the tub and to your back, pulling you even further into the kiss. He's already slipped his tongue inside your mouth too. He really was holding back earlier, huh...
Your hands find their way into his slightly damp hair, gripping onto follicles for support. You're getting ahead of yourself, hips already starting to buck into his. So much for not able to move. Higuruma notices, and you feel his smirk on your lips. He separates for a moment, giving you a chance to breathe and him to talk.
"What do you want from me first?" he breathes into you. Your eyes lock onto his nose. He has a little bump near the bridge.
"I want to sit on your face," you bluntly say.
"I can arrange that."
His lips are back on yours before you can register his words. His slightly calloused hands wrap around your hips, patting on them to signal you to wrap your legs around him.
Once you're secured, he lifts the both of you out of the bathtub. The temperature contrasts in the air tenses you a bit. His lips massage that out of you quick though.
He stumbles into the theater's green room, and sits you down on one of two couches, while the two of you fumble the rest of your wet clothes off. He's more cut than you expected. Not entirely finished with the transformation his cursed energy is putting him through, but he's more toned than most. Keeps good care of himself. Or at least wants to.
He controls you like putty, easily slipping to lay down underneath you on the couch. Hands find their way back to your hips, and Higuruma gently move you to the top of his chest.
Sweet slick is already dripping from your cunt in anticipation, only made worse with the feeling of his breath close by.
He mumbles something to himself that you can't manage to make out. Doesn't matter much though, as now he's moving you even closer to his mouth. His eyes look up through the lids to yours, and you give him a quick nod.
You're pushed up a little further, and take a deep breath in before lowering yourself down onto his face. He gets to work immediately, and his tongue swipes between your folds. A deep exhale releases from you, as your hands shoot to the couch cushions for leverage.
Already with a rhythm, Higuruma's tongue maneuvers around your folds and bud, fueled by the sweet moans you were already letting out. Then, he angles his head.
And the bump on his nose catches onto your clit.
"F-Fuck Hiromi~" you buck into his face. He groans deeply at the mention of his name, and it vibrates into your cunt. You've now started rolling your hips into his face, grinding your clit onto his nose's curves.
He's found a way to slide his tongue into your pussy now, lapping at it repeatedly and just drinking in your juice. His calloused hands trail up your back, and you shudder further into him.
The throb of your clit started reverberating into your veins, aching. The knot in your stomach was only growing at this point, further pleasure awaiting you. Your posture slacks now, fully set on suffocating Higuruma between your legs now.
And he couldn't have wished for anything more.
It's faint, but you can hear each time he groans into you. Your hands move behind you now, putting pressure onto his hips. Until, you turn around.
An aching bulge throbs against his cotton boxers, already ruined with his precum. Already sensing you'd be too tired to do anything else after this, you decided to return the favor. One of your hands slithers beneath the elastic band, and gently traces his man.
One pro of being on top of Higuruma right now was feeling each time he shuddered. A massive one releases from him at your touch, and you hear him moan your name into your cunt. "Oh, you like that....don't you." Your voice is like honey to his ears. His nod has double purpose, shoving his nose further against your clit.
As your pressure keeps building, you attempt to pull Higuruma's cock out of his boxers. It nearly springs out at you, leaking and upright. With your pretty fingers, you take the length and begin fisting at it.
This only speeds up Higuruma's pace. The two of you work together at this point, in tandem. If you speed up, so does he. If he wants to take a break to breathe, so do you. Despite only knowing each other for about 20 minutes at this point, you were very good at reading each other.
You were reaching some sort of edge, and whatever lead you had gained on Higuruma had closed, as he seems to match your status right now. Your fingers fondle over his tip in a way that absolutely melts him. Pure bliss circulates through your body right now.
"Oh~....god, I think I'm dreaming," you moan as you lean down to kiss into the top of his head. Something about this gets him to speed up even more. You're sweating, hips bucking, and your hand only moves more feverishly along his dick now. So much for barely being able to move.
The air of the green room is hot with breath and slick now. A lustful fog consumes your brain as you feel the first layers of your knot begin to snap. "H-Hiromi, I'm, ngh! Ah.......I'm getting c-close~"
Rapid breathing and bouncing from Higuruma's chest isn't enough of a warning for what happens next, as his cock gives one last twitch before white cum drips from his tip into your hand. One final groan into your pussy was the last thing you needed. Your turn.
As the tip of his nose dips fully into your folds, you fall apart on his face. A guttural moan rips from your throat as your orgasm slams into your nerves, heart racing. Before it's over, you take your cum soaked hand, and lick your fingers and swirl the salt along your tongue. The last perfect piece of your high. The knot has finally been untied.
The two of you, reduced to sweaty, heaving messes, sit in the post-orgasm silence for a moment. You were right earlier, your tiredness returned fast after just one round.
Higuruma lifted you up gently by the hips, as he allowed himself to bring his body back up sitting. He curls into the corner of the couch, with you still snug in his lap.
One of his hands is snug right on your hip, holding you close. Secure.
The other is scratching circles into your scalp. Soothing, and lingering.
You smile against the crook of his neck, pressing in gentle kisses.
"You said earlier....that this felt like a dream," he starts. You bring your head around to look at him, and nod. "I think that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," he says, with all the honesty this lawyer can muster. A light pink stains your cheeks, slightly embarrassed and self aware now.
"It does a bit though...," you sigh. His eyebrows furrow. "I've intruded on your shelter for long enough now, you probably want me back on the streets by morning if I'm lucky-." His lips smash into yours before you finish. You open your eyes for a moment into the kiss. His eyes are clenched shut, almost frustratedly so.
When he pulls back, he sees the slight shock on your face. Okay, maybe that was overkill, but he had a point to prove.
"Did you hear anything I said earlier? Or were you too horny or something?" he questions, almost completely serious. He swallows back whatever true words he wants to say. He'll be a little less blunt with it for now. "I want someone here with me." No, that wasn't working. He tries again.
"I would.....like you here with me...that is if you have no where else to go," he says as if there could possibly be a better option than this. "I'll take care of you...I'll protect you...you just have to stay with me," he asks of you.
There's zero debate, and your answer is sealed with a soft locking of lips, as you drift asleep together on the couch minutes later. For once, these past days, you're not afraid of what you'll wake up to.